Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.71 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Are his wits safe? Is he not light of Brain? He's that he is: I may not breathe my censure. What he might be: if what he might, he is not, I would to heaven he were. What? Strike his wife? I'faith that was not so well: yet would I knew That stroke would prove the worst. Is it his use? Or did the Letters, work upon his blood, And new create his fault? Alas, alas: It is not honesty in me to speak What I have seen, and known. You shall observe him, And his own courses will deonte him so, That I may save my speech: do but go after And mark how he continues. I am sorry that I am deceived in him. You have seen nothing then? Nor ever heard: nor ever did suspect. Yes; you have seen Cassio, and she together. But then I saw no harm: and then I heard, Each syllable that breath made up between them. What? Did they never whisper? Never my Lord. Nor send you out o' th' way? Never. To fetch her Fan, her Gloves, her Mask, nor nothing? Never my Lord. That's strange. I durst (my Lord) to wager, she is honest: Lay down my Soul at stake: If you think other, Remove your thought. It doth abuse your bosom: If any wretch have put this in your head, Let Heaven requited it with the Serpent's curse, For if she be not honest, chaste, and true, There's no man happy. The purest of their Wives Is foul as Slander. Bid her come hither: go. She says enough: yet she's a simple Bawd That cannot say as much. This is a subtle Whore: A Closet Locke and Key of Villainous Secrets, And yet she'll kneel, and pray: I have seen her do't. My Lord, what is your will? Pray you Chuck come hither. What is your pleasure? Let me see your eyes: look in my face. What horrible Fancy's this? Some of your Function Mistress: Leave Procreants alone, and shut the door: Cough, or cry 'em; if any body come: Your Mystery, your Mystery: May dispatch. Upon my knee, what doth your speech import? I understand a Fury in your words. Why? What art thou? Your wife my Lord: your true and loyal wife. Come swear it: damn thyself, least being like one of Heaven, the devils themselves should fear to cease thee. Therefore be double damned: swear thou art honest. Heaven doth truly know it. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false as hell. To whom my Lord? With whom? How am I false? Ah Desdemona, away, away, away. Alas the heavy day: why do you weep? Am I the motive of these tears my Lord? If happily you my Father do suspect, An Instrument of this your calling back, Lay not your blame on me: if you have lost him, I have lost him too.
nodes 2281–2347 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 39 of 52 in this edition
Length
488 words · 654 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.712 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Are his wits ſafe? Is he not light of Braine? He's that he is: I may not breath my cenſure. What he might be: if what he might, he is not, I would to heauen he were. What? Strike his wife? 'Faith that was not ſo well: yet would I knew That ſtroke would proue the worſt. Is it his vſe? Or did the Letters, worke vpon his blood, And new create his fault? Alas, alas: It is not honeſtie in me to ſpeake What I haue ſeene, and knowne. You ſhall obſerue him, And his owne courſes will deonte him ſo, That I may ſaue my ſpeech: do but go after And marke how he continues. I am ſorry that I am deceiu'd in him. You haue ſeene nothing then? Nor euer heard: nor euer did ſuſpect. Yes; you haue ſeene Caſſio, and ſhe together. But then I ſaw no harme: and then I heard, Each ſyllable that breath made vp betweene them. What? Did they neuer whiſper? Neuer my Lord. Nor ſend you out o' th' way? Neuer. To fetch her Fan, her Gloues, her Mask, nor nothing? Neuer my Lord. That's ſtrange. I durſt (my Lord) to wager, ſhe is honeſt: Lay downe my Soule at ſtake: If you thinke other, Remoue your thought. It doth abuſe your boſome: If any wretch haue put this in your head, Let Heauen requit it with the Serpents curſe, For if ſhe be not honeſt, chaſte, and true, There's no man happy. The pureſt of their Wiues Is foule as Slander. Bid her come hither: go. She ſaies enough: yet ſhe's a ſimple Baud That cannot ſay as much. This is a ſubtile Whore: A Cloſſet Locke and Key of Villanous Secrets, And yet ſhe'le kneele, and pray: I haue ſeene her do't. My Lord, what is your will? Pray you Chucke come hither. What is your pleaſure? Let me ſee your eyes: looke in my face. What horrible Fancie's this? Some of your Function Miſtris: Leaue Procreants alone, and ſhut the doore: Cough, or cry hem; if any body come: Your Myſtery, your Myſtery: May diſpatch. Vpon my knee, what doth your ſpeech import▪ I vnderſtand a Fury in your words. Why? What art thou? Your wife my Lord: your true and loyall wife. Come ſweare it: damne thy ſelfe, leaſt being like one of Heauen, the diuells themſelues ſhould feare to ceaze thee. Therefore be double damn'd: ſweare thou art honeſt. Heauen doth truely know it. Heauen truely knowes, that thou art falſe as hell. To whom my Lord? With whom? How am I falſe? Ah Deſdemon, away, away, away. Alas the heauy day: why do you weepe? Am I the motiue of theſe teares my Lord? If happely you my Father do ſuſpect, An Inſtrument of this your calling backe, Lay not your blame on me: if you haue loſt him, I haue loſt him too.